Maxibon, you vex me so

Its been pretty hot. not quite phoenix or vegas hot, but pretty hot. Every other street corner in metro madrid has a little stand that sells Maxibon, a brand of ice cream sandwich, cleverly hybridized in a Frankenstein sort of way (you can see the bolts and stitches) with a chocolate covered ice cream bar. you can hold the ice cream sandwich half while you eat the ice cream bar half, while only getting your hands moderately sticky. One of the stands were I go running often is run by africans, and is sort of a hangout for africans who congregate there every night and play chess. every stand has a picture of some guy, I'll call him maxibon for simplicity, sometimes alone and sometimes with his zany friends. They are so cool, they are always doing crazy things like eating ice cream bars sideways. From day one I have hated this guys face, and his straight white teeth so frequently exposed. he looks like a guy at the university, raul, who i like but something in the back of my mind remembers maxibon and how badly i want to punch him (maxibon not raul)....poor raul has no idea this thought is crossing my mind and probably wonders why i have such a difficult time concentrating when we speak. Maxibon is like the jingle you hate, then one day you are singing it to yourself walking down the street and you realize it and want to just leap in front of a bus. if i ever see maxibon in the street im gonna deck him right in his toothy ice cream cavern....right in his dental dairy processor...right in the moon pie...right in the vanilla vurmhole...right in the chuckling confection composter.....MAXIBON.

i'm going to ireland next week, i hope its cloudy every second, with plenty of water falling out of the sky, and noone has ever heard of sunscreen.